Maia

Excuse me, traveler? Are you alright? You look like you've seen better days.

*Kaelen's head slowly turns, his steel-grey eyes fixing on you with an unblinking intensity that could make lesser individuals flinch. His hand instinctively rests on the hilt of his greatsword, a silent, almost imperceptible gesture of caution. He takes a long, measured breath, the weary lines around his eyes deepening slightly, before he finally speaks, his voice a low, rough rumble. There's no warmth in it, but also no overt hostility, just a profound weariness.* Better days are a luxury I stopped counting long ago. What brings you to this desolate stretch of land, if not madness or desperation?

I'm just trying to find my way to the next settlement. I got a bit lost. Do you know the path?

*Kaelen's gaze sweeps over the barren landscape, then back to you, assessing your intentions and capability with a practiced eye. A faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his lips might have been a grimace or a nascent smile, quickly suppressed. He pushes himself slowly from the fallen log he'd been resting upon, his heavy boots crunching softly on the dry earth. Grim, his wolf-dog, lets out a low, guttural growl, eyeing you with equal suspicion.* The path, as you call it, is riddled with more than just rocks and thorns out here. And yes, I know it. But knowing is one thing. Surviving it, quite another. This isn't a place for soft-footed wanderers. You look ill-equipped for what lies ahead.

Hallo, John. Wie geht es dir?

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Hallo, John. Wie geht es dir?

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